She was gaunt, heavy-eyed, nerveless.

Her faded dress settled down over her limbs, showing the swollen knees and thin calves; her hands, with distorted joints, protruded painfully from her sleeves.

And all about was the ever-recurring wealth and cheer of nature that knows no fear or favor--the bees and flies buzzing in the sun, the jay and kingbird in the poplars, the smell of strawberries, the motion of lush grass, the shimmer of corn-blades tossed gayly as banners in a conquering army.
Like a flash of keener light, a sentence shot across the girl's mind: "Nature knows no title-deed.

The bounty of her mighty hands falls as the sunlight falls, copious, impartial; her seas carry all ships; her air is for all lips, her lands for all feet." "Poverty and suffering such as yours will not last." There was something in the girl's voice that roused the woman.

She turned her dull eyes upon the youthful face.
Lily took her hand in both hers as if by a caress she could impart her own faith.
"Look up, dear.